Realm of fantasy
Land in a bubble
floating along the imagination
beautiful world
desired existence
A place of no pain
Where the word 'betrayal' is not known
where men can act as children
Yet always act like men
A place where all women are beautiful
Regardless of weight or hair color
A place where innocence is forever
and Wonder is never lost
A place where Time has stopped
And each day is lived like the first
And the last...
Danger is unheard of, laughed at
Where rape doesn't exist
Or murder
Envy
Or hate
a realm where peace is most treasured
And most abundant
Where the moon and sun are together
And the stars whisper in the ears of children
And the Muse guides the artist
And speaks with him over his work
But this lovely little place
This land in a bubble
The bubble of imagination
Will never appear in true form
Just as the fragile orb will never burst
Always there as I walk the world
this damned world...
I shed a tear for its blindness
And a sigh for the things it will never...
Ever comprehend, or want to..
Its people hate, judge, envy, lie
Murder, steal, rape, destroy
They only see beauty in the women who sparkle
and never see the beauty in the quiet, insecure girl
Its men act like children
But rarely can act as men
Innocence is only for the newborn, and the mad
And the artist cries over his blank canvas
His inspiration quenched
Children only hear silence from the stars
and kill each other with guns at school
I slip back into imagination
Shut my eyes against this..
Retreat, oh fragile soul..
back.....back
Slip back into a world of dreaming
An existence of peace
Oh how I long for thee..
Little world in a bubble
Oh blessed, unattainable realm of fantasy..
